Murong Jing held his sword and stepped lightly on the green grass as he approached the man in the grass. The rain hit his handsome face, and he didn't care at all. He stared down from a high position, with the long sword unsheathed, drawing a beautiful circle in the air.
Curved, and then fell quickly, the tip of the scabbard poked the man in the grass's slender wrist, and said domineeringly: "Wake up and answer a question."
Suddenly, the man in the grass screamed in pain, sat up suddenly, angrily pushed away Murong Jing's sword, opened his teeth and claws and cursed: "Go away! It's your grandma's fault for disturbing my sleep..." After cursing, he wanted to sleep again, but unexpectedly
, Murong Jing did not give her a chance to sleep again, and the scabbard fell again, turning from the wrist to the palm, and the force was a little heavier than before.
"It hurts!..." The man in the grass almost burst into tears, suspecting that the scabbard was about to go through the palm of his hand!
"Are you awake?" The voice above my head sounded like a reminder, and it was colder than the wind blowing in the depths of winter.
The man in the grass shivered inexplicably, and thought to herself: What's going on? Did she meet a villain just after traveling through time? Life is more important than sleep. So she immediately changed her tone and shouted:
"I'm awake, I'm awake. If you have anything to say, young master, just ask me. But, can you let go first...it hurts! It hurts!" Bastard! It's true that the more handsome the man is, the more evil he is! I just want to take a nap.
Who is guilty?! In the 21st century, such people will be dragged out and shot...[
Chen Shou secretly wiped his hands with cold sweat. It turned out that the emperor's sword was not for self-defense, but was used as a torture tool.
Murong Jing let go.
The man in the grass quickly took out his palm and raised his dark phoenix eyes to glance at Murong Jing warily. The next second, he began to blow hot air into his palm continuously, as if doing so would alleviate the pain a little bit. While blowing, he felt deep in his heart.
I have already copied out the eighteenth generation of Murong Jing’s ancestors and greeted them all.
Murong Jing asked coldly: "Why don't you hide from the rain?"
"The rain will clear up soon. Compared with people who haven't slept all day and night, sleeping and hiding from a rain that will clear up soon is of course more important than sleeping..." She was sleepy to death, and it was not easy.
She had just fallen asleep and was disturbed. But he wouldn't wake her up just because of this idiotic question, would he?
"Aren't you afraid of your clothes getting wet when it rains?"
"What is the sun for? Isn't it just for drying clothes..." The best excuse for lazy people.